#concrete anchor bolt

[fixdex-fastening-technology]

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[heckaroniandcheese]

i was mudding recently and realised my sheet of drywall wasn't secure so i scraped up the mud and peeled the tape to put in another screw

What's your DIY cardinal sin mine is that I never countersink screws

[ramsetnz]

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[fasteners-bolts]

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[responsivethoughts]

How to Install Anchor Bolts.

[besten-india]

How Concrete Foundation Work with Structural Design?

Concrete foundation design integrates structural principles to ensure stability. Anchor bolts secure structural elements to the foundation, with depth, spacing, and size determined by load calculations and building codes, ensuring safe and robust construction.

[kaizenmetals]

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[gdpafasteners]

L type anchor bolts are typically used in concrete construction.

L type anchor bolts are also known as “Tie-down” anchors because they are used to tie the structure down to the foundation. They are usually made of steel and they come in many different lengths, diameters and shapes.

L Type Anchor bolts can be used for a variety of purposes, but their most popular use is in concrete construction. L type anchor bolts are often referred to as "tie-down" anchors because they're primarily used to tie structures down to foundations. They come in many different lengths, diameters, and shapes, but all have one thing in common: they're made of steel.

[induskart1]

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Chemical Anchors

Functioning

Chemical anchoring is one of the anchoring processes of major two types of anchoring processes namely Mechanical anchoring and itself. The process of chemical anchoring starts from drilling a hole in the surface, further cleaning the hole, and inserting a chemical before inserting the anchor rod. The chemical used for the process is available in three different types mainly in industry. There are unsaturated polyester Chemical Anchors, epoxy acrylate chemical anchors, and pure epoxy chemical anchors. 

Once the chemical is inserted, the hole would be ready to insert the rod. As the resin hardens it would give 100% air-tight adhesion. As a chemical resin is used in the process it would give superior load capacity to the anchor. The resin makes sure there is no grip loss even on higher loads. This is the reason chemical anchors are considered reliable over the other forms of anchors.  

Advantages

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No cracks     around the surface base after rod installation

Superior     grip to the rod

Increased     load-bearing capacity

Errors of     improper drilling can be covered 

Virtually     unlimited embedment length

Distance     between two anchors can be reduced

Thicker     diameter rod can be used unplanned

Engineers     consider chemical anchors more reliable

Quicker installation

Application of Chemical Anchors

 Chemical anchors have a variety of applications but they are preferred at the below conditions:

Base Plate     Installation

Fastening     fixtures to masonry

Rebar     doweling

Hollow block     fastenings

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[whereforarthur]

It's Been Way Too Long

Request: id love a george smut, perhaps one of us have been rlly busy like all summer and barely had any time to see each other so when it gets to september time (ish) we havent realised how much we miss each other

Pairing: George Clarke x Reader

Category: Smut

Word Count: 2.2k

*****

“I think I'd miss you even if we never met.�� — The Wedding Date

The London skies were a canvas of soft grays and muted blues, hinting at the promise of rain. The bustling streets below were a blur of umbrellas and rushing footsteps. Amidst the thrum of the city, a solitary figure sat on a bench in a small, overlooked park, a patch of green nestled between concrete giants. George Clarke, known to the internet as "The Clarke Cut", was a man of sharp contrasts. His online persona was vibrant, full of life and humor, but in this quiet moment, he was lost in thought, his eyes reflecting the weight of the world.

For months, George had thrown himself into his work, leaving little room for anything else. His YouTube channel had grown exponentially, the demands of content creation an ever-hungry beast that consumed his days and nights. The price of success had been steep, and he felt the cost keenly as he stared at the empty space next to him, where you, or y/n as he liked to call you, should have been. The vividness of your laughter and the warmth of your smile had been replaced by the cold metal of the bench, and the echoes of the city's cacophony.

The first leaves of autumn began to dance around him, a sad ballet of nature's end and rebirth. The chill in the air seemed to mirror the chill in his heart, a stark reminder of the seasons passing and the time lost. You had been his anchor, a steady presence that kept him grounded amidst the chaos. Without you, the city felt like an alien landscape, one he was navigating for the first time without a map.

George pulled out his phone, thumb hovering over your name in his contacts. The urge to hear your voice washed over him like a wave, but fear held him back. Would you be upset? Would you even have time to talk? With a sigh, he sent a text, keeping it light, hoping it didn't betray the tumult in his soul. "Missing you," it read, with a simple heart emoji. It was all he could manage.

Minutes ticked by, the silence stretching into a symphony of unspoken words. His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. It was you. "Miss you too, George," it said, followed by a smiling face with a tear. His heart clenched at the sight. You had felt it too, the distance that had grown between them like an invisible wall.

The rain finally made its appearance, lightly kissing the leaves before turning into a steady rhythm against the pavement. George didn't bother moving, the cool drops a soothing balm on his heated skin. The scent of wet earth and the faint smell of rain-soaked flowers filled the air, a familiar comfort that only heightened his longing for your presence.

As the drops grew heavier, his thoughts grew clearer. He knew what he had to do. Success meant nothing if he couldn't share it with the one who truly mattered. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the path ahead. He had to make time for you, to prioritize what truly made him happy. The rain grew into a crescendo, each drop a beat in the rhythm of his newfound resolve.

Standing up, George tucked his phone away and took a deep breath, the rain soaking his clothes and hair. He'd rearrange his schedule, make the calls, and do whatever it took to bridge the gap that had formed. With a renewed sense of purpose, he stepped into the storm, the cold water mixing with the warmth of his determination. The city around him blurred as he set off in the direction of your flat, eager to feel the warmth of your embrace and to apologize for his neglect. The rain washed away the dust of the summer, leaving behind the promise of a fresh start, a chance to rekindle the flame that had been smoldering between them.

By the time he arrived, the rain had become a downpour, turning the streets into rivers and the air into a thick mist. He took the stairs two at a time, his heart racing in anticipation. The door to your flat stood before him, a symbol of the comfort and love that waited within. He took a moment to compose himself, wiping the rain from his face before knocking softly, his breath hitching in his chest.

When the door opened, the sight of you took his breath away. You looked tired, your eyes a bit sad, but the moment they met his, a spark ignited, lighting up the room. The silence stretched between them, filled with the unspoken words of regret and longing. Without a word, George stepped inside, closing the door behind him, the sound echoing through the small space like a declaration of intent.

You stood before him, rain-soaked and beautiful, your hair clinging to your face like a veil. The air was charged with tension, the kind that comes from months of missed moments and unspoken truths. He reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek, the touch sending a jolt through both of you. Your eyes searched his, looking for reassurance, for a sign that he truly meant it. And in that moment, George knew that he had made the right choice. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both desperate and gentle, a silent promise to never let you go again.

The kiss grew in intensity, a conflagration of passion that had been smoldering for too long. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, as if trying to erase the space that had grown between you. The world outside the flat disappeared, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a dance of love and apology. The rain outside was now a mere backdrop to the symphony of your hearts beating in unison, a testament to the fact that no matter how busy life got, you two were destined to find your way back to each other.

Breaking the kiss, George whispered, "I'm sorry. I've been so caught up in work, I forgot what's truly important."

You looked up at him, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's okay," you murmured, your voice a soft melody that soothed his soul. "I understand. But I missed you. So much."

He cupped your face in his hands, thumbs brushing away the stray teardrops. "I missed you too. And I promise, from now on, I'll make more time for us."

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "I'd like that."

With the storm outside mirroring the tumult in their hearts, George took your hand and led you to the couch. You sat down together, the fabric warm and welcoming against your cold, wet clothes. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side, and you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek.

The sound of the rain grew softer as you talked, sharing stories of the summer's escapades and the moments you'd wished you could have shared. Each word was a thread weaving the fabric of your relationship back together, stronger than before. The warmth of the room began to seep into your bones, chasing away the chill of the rain and the months of separation.

As the conversation lulled, George reached over to the coffee table, picking up a notebook and a pen. He flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning the words and doodles that chronicled your life together. "Look," he said, pointing to a page filled with sketches of the two of you in various stages of laughter and love. "I want to fill this book with more memories. Starting now."

A blush crept up your cheeks as you took the notebook from him. The promise in his eyes was more than you could have hoped for. With a shaky hand, you wrote, "September 15th - The day George realized what truly matters."

Underneath, he scribbled, "And the day I came home to you."

*****

The moment was filled with the quiet understanding that sometimes life gets in the way, but true love always finds a path back. The rain outside had slowed to a gentle patter, as if it too knew that the storm had passed and that now was the time for growth and renewal.

George's hand slid down from your cheek to your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He kissed you again, this time with a hunger that had been building for months. Your bodies pressed closer, the warmth of your skin a stark contrast to the cold fabric that separated you. The rain had made the air thick with desire, and you could feel the heat radiating from George's body, his need for you palpable.

Your hands found their way under his shirt, feeling the dampness of his skin and the tautness of his muscles. The sensation sent waves of electricity through you, and you realized just how much you'd missed the simple act of touching him, of feeling his heart race in response to your touch. His hands roamed your body, exploring the curves and valleys that he knew so well, yet somehow felt new and exciting. The rain outside had become a soft, rhythmic backdrop to your reunion, a natural metronome setting the pace of your passion.

As you kissed, you both began to peel away the layers of clothing that had kept you apart, revealing the warmth and desire that had been trapped beneath. Your skin met with a sigh of relief, like two long-lost friends finally reunited. The couch cushions grew soggy with rainwater, but you didn't care. All that mattered was the connection that surged between you, a current more powerful than any storm.

The smell of damp fabric and the gentle scent of your perfume mixed with the musk of passion as you became lost in each other. The storm outside had brought you back together, and now, you were determined to make the most of every moment. The sound of the rain grew fainter as you became more attuned to the sound of your breaths mingling, the beat of your hearts syncing up as one.

George lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom, his eyes never leaving yours. The floorboards creaked underfoot, a gentle reminder of the history you shared in this space. You knew every inch of this room, every crevice and corner, but it had never felt more intimate than it did in that moment.

Laying you down on the bed, he hovered over you, his gaze intense and filled with love. The soft light from the streetlamp painted shadows on the wall, playing across your bodies as you moved together in a dance of passion. The thunder outside rumbled in the distance, punctuating the silent promises made between kisses and caresses.

Your bodies intertwined, the coldness of the rain forgotten in the warmth of your love. The room was filled with the sound of the rain, the sighs of pleasure, and the whispers of sweet nothings that meant everything. The storm outside mirrored the intensity of your reunion, each flash of lightning illuminating the passion in your eyes, as if the very sky was celebrating your reconciliation.

The rain grew softer, the thunder a gentle reminder of the tempest you had weathered. As your bodies found their rhythm, the storm outside seemed to mimic your own, building to a crescendo before subsiding into a gentle lull. You lay there, tangled in the warmth of each other's arms, the city of London a silent witness to your love.

In the aftermath of your passion, you both lay still, listening to the fading patter of rain and the steady thrum of each other's hearts. The world outside had continued to turn, but for a brief moment, it had stopped for you both. You knew that from now on, no matter how busy life got, you would always find time for each other, because you had just survived the storm, and the calm that followed was more beautiful than any summer's day.

You leaned up to kiss him softly, tasting the salt of the rain and the sweetness of your shared love. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice a mere breath against his skin.

George smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "For what?"

"For reminding me what's important," you said, your eyes searching his. "For coming back to me."

He kissed you again, his arms tightening around you. "Always," he murmured, his voice a solemn vow. "I'll always come back to you."

The room was a cocoon of warmth and love, the storm outside a gentle lullaby, as you both drifted off to sleep, the sound of the rain a soothing serenade. Hours passed, the city's heartbeat growing quieter as the night deepened. When you awoke, the rain had stopped, leaving a freshness in the air that seemed to cleanse the very essence of the world. The scent of wet earth and the faint sound of distant cars washed over you, bringing with it a sense of peace.

******

@gvf23

@xxkatxgracexx

[partly-cloudyskies]

Red Birthright

Witch From Mercury/Star Wars AU

Chapter 6

Loret Noor’s capital city had one of its spaceports set in an outlying enclave. That was where she had been instructed to put down. The spaceport squatted like a bulky, high-walled fortress honeycombed with landing pads that saw starliners and haulers come and go. It anchored one end of a wide boulevard and on the other end was a gaudy mansion—no, palace, more like. Lining the boulevard between was what had appeared to be storefronts but—upon their unscheduled acquisition of previously spoken for goods through the use of emphatic coercion—turned out be concealed auto-turrets. The entire ‘town’ was an artfully concealed fortress for an extremely wealthy, extremely paranoid, and now extremely angry Hutt. “Raddu,” Agrum had said, half an hour ago before everything went to hell. “A respectable Hutt, not like the violent warlords you get out on the Outer Rim. By which I mean, he’ll introduce himself before having one of his henchmen slit your throat.” And yes, Raddu was indeed announcing himself. Via a four-story tall holoprojection of himself, beamed out of his palace. He thrashed and flailed in all his slug-like glory, a glass of some dark liquid sloshing in the grip of one hand as he raged in Huttese. Miorine had to confess her grasp on the language was rusty, but she heard the name ‘Shaddiq’ followed by a string of profanity that she definitely recognized. In that moment, she felt a kinship with Raddu. It was a shame his bodyguards were trying to kill her. “Why isn’t the cargo moving?” Miorine shouted over the firefight. The three skiffs that occupied the middle of the road were laden with their ill-gotten goods. They had glided serenely on hover skis a good way down the main thoroughfare until coming to a puttering stop roughly halfway between the palace and the spaceport. “I am unsure!” Agrum said. “Doc is responsible for remoting the skiffs and I have lost contact with her!” Doc? Miorine furrowed her brow. Who was— She heard an impact of blaster bolt against metal and caught a shower of sparks in her periphery. Above her. Second level of the storefront. Something fell, feet away from where she crouched. Limp limbs tangling together in a heap on the paved street. They landed with the sound of metal scraping on concrete. “Doc!” Agrum called out. Doc, it turned out, was a slicer droid, slight and stealthy. Not, it appeared, sufficiently so. Agrum shifted his aim, pointing above Miorine, and fired. A Raddu henchman fell atop Doc then rolled away with a smoking hole in his armor. “This sucks,” Miorine said under her breath.

[fixdex-fastening-technology]

🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️The concrete anchor eproduction machines are running running!🏃🏃‍...

[loki-cees-all]

Ch. 2 - Against Each Other {Against All Odds - TVA!Loki x Female Reader Longfic}

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Pairing : TVA!Loki x Female Reader

Summary : Loki accidentally catches a glimpse of your terrible future while trying to stop General Dox from pruning the branched timelines.

W/c : 3.7k words

Content Warnings : Angst, club atmosphere, sensual dancing, etc. And the song at the end is “Love Hangover” by Diana Ross - I highly recommend it!

18+ Only - Minors DNI

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Date : November 8th, 1983 [Branched Timeline]

Loki had returned to the TVA with a renewed sense of confidence; a sort of pep in his step that he hadn’t felt in ages. His blood pumped effortlessly through his veins, and his muscles contracted and relaxed with ease as he pushed himself through the corridors, eager to pick up Brad’s interrogation where they’d left off. 

And even though the second interrogation had gone much more smoothly than the first one, despite the fact that he easily broke Brad down and got him to reveal General Dox’s master plan to bomb the extra timelines that were branching out of control, Loki didn’t feel like a winner. He didn’t feel like he’d succeeded at anything; in fact, he felt like he’d made everything worse. 

Because something had caught his eye as Loki and Mobius were approaching the naust General Dox and her crew were hiding in, something he probably wasn’t meant to see. Something he desperately wished he hadn’t ever known about, but had probably caused. 

On the corner, across the street from the naust and tucked inside a small vending machine, were a stack of newspapers with a headline that made Loki’s thud painfully against his ribs before it dropped into his stomach. The headline was about you: “Former Bright and Upcoming Starlet Finally Checks Herself Into Rehab, Admits Her Life is in Complete Disarray”. 

Loki’s breath shuddered and his hands trembled as they reached towards the machine, fumbling with the latch as he tried to pull it open. His eyes filled with tears, blurring his vision as panic overpowered logic and any sense of urgency he’d had before. What happened to you? Was this his fault?

The last time he’d seen you, just earlier that day for him but six years prior for you, everything had been going your way with your career. You’d talked happily about the upcoming projects you were excited to work on, of your friends and your life in general as Loki walked you home afterwards. And while you’d looked upset when he’d declined your invitation to come inside for a nightcap, that couldn’t have been enough to ruin your entire life. 

Loki yanked on the handle again, desperate to get that paper and read more, to reassure himself that this wasn’t his fault, that he hadn’t been the cause of someone else’s demise again. That he hadn’t ruined someone so beautiful and intoxicating just to quell his own insecurities. 

The machine shifted loudly, straining against the anchor bolts embedded in the concrete sidewalk as Loki pulled harder, but still the little glass door did not open. Loki caught glimpses of the other words in the article as he struggled; words like “addiction”, and “Brad Wolfe” and “disappearance”, and “shame”. Words that shouldn’t have ever been associated with you. 

Loki let out a groan of frustration, cursing the damned Midgardian contraption out loud as he gripped the handle with both hands and pulled as hard as he could. You didn’t deserve whatever happened to you within the previous six years; no one ever deserved whatever happened if it was because of him. 

Loki’s struggle with the machine caught Mobius’ attention, and he whipped around in bewilderment as he took in the sight. “Loki! What the hell are you doing?!” he hissed, storming back over as Loki made his final pull, freeing the newspaper box completely from the sidewalk. 

He stood there, dumbfounded and chest heaving, holding the device aloft and free from the ground. As pedestrians passed by, they didn’t even try to hide their concerned and nosey stares, but Loki paid them no mind. The box was still locked, and his mind was still reeling with panic and frustration. 

“It’s alright, folks! Just a bit of a street performance! Nothing to be concerned about!” Mobius laughed, smiling cheerfully as he waved the strangers on. After they were gone, he turned back to Loki with his hands on his hips. “Not that we have time to stand around reading the paper, but you do know those can be opened with money, right?” 

Loki steeled his jaw and swallowed hard as he blinked his way back to reality. He looked up and met Mobius’ confused gaze, unsure of what to say or how to explain himself. “Forget it. Let’s go,” he grumbled, dropping the contraption and storming off towards the naust. 

Mobius’ brow furrowed, and he stayed behind for just a moment longer, staring at the cracked glass of the still locked door. The machine lay on its side, pulled apart and broken on the sidewalk, but the newspapers were still trapped inside. “I guess the Aftenposten is really concerned about stealing…” he mumbled to himself before turning to follow after Loki. 

Loki said nothing as Mobius caught up to him, and he ignored his friend’s pleas to wait as he took the steps two at a time to the top floor of the building. He barely registered Mobius calling B-15 on his TemPad to request backup. He disregarded Mobius’ call to hang back and watch for a few minutes, instead choosing to burst suddenly into the room as Time Doors flickered in and out of existence.  

He sent a huge wave of emerald seidr across the room in a stunning display of power. Hunters, Minute Men, and equipment all went flying with reckless abandon, crashing into each other and the decayed, wooden beams and half-finished boats. Mobius and Loki stood still and silent at the edge of the room, watching as Dox and her detractors groaned in pain and flailed on the floor. 

Loki’s expression was one of cold detachment; after failing so many times in so many ways, he couldn’t let these dissenters get away with murdering and destroying any more innocent timelines than they already had. Mobius’ expression was more reserved, concerned, restrained as he looked his friend up and down and then back to the chaos unfurled before them. 

“B-15, we managed to stop them…” Mobius spoke calmly into the TemPad, trying to sound casual. “Could you get a team out here to help us bring everyone back to the TVA?” 

“What? Already?” B-15 sounded completely flabbergasted. The entire ordeal hadn’t even lasted a full minute before Loki had finished it. “Uh, yeah. A team is on their way…”

Loki was sick to death, tired and exhausted of hesitating, of second-guessing, and of ruining other people’s lives. His thoughts returned to your beautiful face, the way your lips felt against his and your heavy breath against your neck, and the threat of shame and addiction that was apparently waiting for you. 

“B-15. How many branches did they manage to destroy?” Loki asked quietly, his eyes roaming over the destroyed TVA equipment. He knew you were safe on the Sacred Timeline - in this timeline, somewhere out there struggling after he’d possibly turned your entire life upside down. 

“I’m not sure. It’s too soon to tell. 30, maybe 40?” 

He sighed heavily, shoving his hands in his pockets and closing his eyes. It was his fault they hadn’t been able to get there sooner, that they weren’t able to stop this before it began. All those erased lives were on him, as was your now broken one. 

As he shook his head and turned to walk away, Mobius grabbed his arm. “Hey, what’s gotten into you? Where are you going?” 

Loki briefly glanced over at him before shaking away his grasp. “I need to go check on someone.” 

What he really meant was that he needed to go back and make sure he didn’t end up destroying your life after all. 

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Date : June 25th, 1977 [Sacred Timeline]

Things have a funny way of working themselves out on the dance floor. 

Bodies moving together like the ocean surging and retreating against the beach, the beat of the music thrumming in your veins like the rolling tide. Instead of salt and salt kissing your skin, it was sweat and liquor filling your senses, and instead of drowning in the waves, you were simply coming back to life here. 

Shielded by the darkness and flashes of light, you were free to do and move as you pleased. There was no judgment, and there were no thoughts; just a large group of people - both strangers and friends - doing the same thing at the same time, to the same rhythm but for different reasons. It was healing. Soothing. Out there on the dance floor, you could barely remember what you were trying to forget about. 

It had been a week since your dalliance with the mysterious man named Loki. You weren’t sure what had changed, but he was different afterwards, like a switch had flipped deep inside. He was confusing and charming and mysterious, and he had managed to short-circuit and re-wire all the connections in your brain, all within the span of an hour or two. It wasn’t fair. 

After taking you in that alleyway and giving you several blessings of release, he walked you back home but refused your offer to stay the night. He slipped his arm around your waist as you walked, but didn’t answer your questions about who he was or where he lived. He kissed your forehead while saying goodnight, but couldn’t give you any way of getting in contact with him again. 

It hurt, but you were trying not to think about it; after all, you had wished for him to ruin you, even if it wasn’t out loud, and he hadn’t heard it. 

When the next Saturday rolled around, your friends had insisted on taking you out to The Roxy for your belated birthday celebration. They didn’t have all the details about your escapades that night, even less than the few you had yourself, but they knew there was a man involved. You let them think it was just about Brad ditching you, and couldn’t let yourself think about the fact that he still hadn’t reappeared.

Luckily for you, the dance floor made forgetting easier. Swirls of cigarette smoke wafted through the room as the music overpowered any lingering thoughts, and your black, lacy and see-through catsuit made sure there was always someone trying to get your attention whenever you stopped to get a drink or catch your breath. 

It was fun to flirt with them for awhile, and you’d probably even let one of them take you home eventually, but you already knew it wouldn’t be the same. They simply couldn’t compare to Loki, and your friends were baffled by your complete lack of interest.

“Oh, come on! Look at that guy - he clearly knows what he’s doing in bed,” your friend pointed her cigarette at a blonde man across the room. The wait for the bathroom was long, and Jackie took the opportunity to point out any and all potential companions for the rest of the night. 

“Yeah, maybe he is,” you sighed in response. The man was handsome, and he was eyeing you up and down; if you had no other options, he could temporarily fill the void in your life. You knew Jackie was only trying to help, but you couldn’t confess that no one would ever compare to the way Loki made you feel the week before. 

Looking back to the line for the ladies room, you sighed again impatiently. The line wasn’t moving fast enough, and you really needed to get back on the dance floor. 

“Seriously, what’s gotten into you?” Jackie reached out for your arm to drag you back to reality, and her expression was one of concern. “Are you really this upset about Brad?” 

“No! I’m fine, stop worrying about me!” you lied, forcing a laugh and shaking your head. 

“Good, because he’s a jerk. You deserve better!” 

That you couldn’t argue with; but you’d had better, and you let him slip through your fingers. Jackie continued studying you, her brow furrowed in concentration as the line started to slowly inch forward. “So what is it then? What’s got you so down?” 

You swallowed heavily and fidgeted with the lace covering your skin. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

“No, I know that look. That’s the look only boy troubles can cause,” Jackie scoffed and shook her head. “So if it isn’t Brad, then who is making you feel like this?” 

“He’s no one!” you blurted out, and Jackie’s eyes lit up in vindication. 

“I knew it!” 

“No, you don’t! You don’t know anything!” you laughed nervously, praying that Jackie didn’t notice the blush creeping up your cheeks. 

Jackie tsked and slipped her arm around your waist to pull you into a side-hug. “We’re best friends, remember? You can’t keep anything from me,” she teased playfully. “So, what’s this guy’s name?” 

You bit back a smile and groaned as you ran your hands up and down your face. She was right, you couldn’t keep anything from her, but truthfully you didn’t know much about him. “Alright, alright! His name is Loki. We met the night of the Zaniac premiere…” 

Jackie giggled with excitement and looped her arm through yours as she pulled you along with the line. “So that’s why you got home so late that night. And that’s why you were so disheveled…” 

“Shut up!” 

“And giddy, and satisfied, and…” Jackie continued teasingly as you playfully elbowed her in the ribs. The line continued moving forward, and you were both next for the bathroom; hopefully the conversation would pivot to something else once you got inside. 

“Look, I don’t know what this guy’s deal is - if he disappeared, or if he lied, or whatever it is - but we can fix this, okay?” Jackie turned around and started scanning the crowd as she spoke. “So, tell me what he looked like, and we’ll find someone who looks similar, and then you can have some fun with this new guy, yeah?” 

“Jesus, Jackie. You really have the worst - Ow! What the hell?!” you grimaced as Jackie’s nails suddenly dug painfully into your arm. 

“Oh, my God. He is gorgeous…” Jackie gasped breathlessly as she looked across the crowded nightclub, and you quickly turned to follow her gaze. “Over there, that man talking to Diane…” 

You could see Diane clearly, and she was clearly fawning over someone else you couldn’t quite make out behind the smoke and other partygoers. 

“God, he’s tall. Oh, I’d love to just climb him like a tree and never come back down…” Jackie breathed as she stood up on her tiptoes to get a better look. 

You hated that your heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be him, but that was the same reaction you’d had when you first saw him - and you needed to be sure. 

Jackie continued talking as you pulled away and cautiously stepped towards Diane and her mystery man. Your muscles turned to jelly as you weaved between oblivious dancers; the flashing lights of the club blurred your vision, and the blood rushing in your ears easily drowned out the music. 

This was such an insane reaction, and you were going to feel so goddamn stupid if it wasn’t him…

Finally, the sea of people parted in just the right way, and time seemed to stop in its tracks. Your skin prickled as he came into view - standing ethereal by the bar again, wearing another black suit and his curls styled perfectly, tapping his fingers on the bar impatiently as he scanned the room, not even pretending to listen as Diane spoke into his ear. 

Your heart launched itself into your throat, and your legs cruelly refused to cooperate. You stood still in the middle of the dance floor, unable to move even as people bumped past. But you couldn’t be bothered to care, because as Loki’s head turned towards you, the scowl melted off his face, and he said nothing as he started to walk away from Diane. 

Part of you wanted to slap him. Part of you wanted to ignore him. But the smile on his face - so genuine, and so relieved to see you - made a substantial mockery of any plans you could ever come up with. All you could do was stand there, wide-eyed and thunderstruck by this beautiful man, someone you never thought you’d see again. But here he was, and part of you wondered if you’d died and gone to Heaven. 

Loki stopped in front of you, hands in his pockets as his green eyes studied your form. “Hello there. I was hoping I’d bump into you again someday…” he shouted over the music, his grin playful and alluring. 

Oh, the nerve of him. That snapped you back to reality, and you crossed your arms as you stared back at him. “You could have just given me your phone number, and then you wouldn’t have had to hope you’d run into me someday…”

He chuckled as he shrugged his shoulders, and it was infuriatingly charming. “That’s true, I could have. But it’s much more fun this way, isn’t it?” 

You pursed your lips to keep from smiling, and shook your head as you looked away. Loki must have taken that as a good sign, and he took another step closer. “Care to have another drink with me?” 

You knew you shouldn’t, but God how you wanted to. He arched his eyebrow again as he waited for your response, and you chewed on your bottom lip as you weighed your options. As delicious as he was, you didn’t know if you could handle him disappearing after another magical evening together…

“No, I don’t think I should. My friends are waiting for me…” you answered quietly, taking a step backwards and silently cursing yourself. Maybe you just wanted to play hard to get, to see if he’d go after you. To know that you’d been on his mind over the past week just as much as he’d been on yours. 

Loki’s face fell, and he reached out to gently touch your arm. “Wait, please…just one drink. It can be a normal drink - no innuendos this time…”

Your resolve cracked just the tiniest little bit as his fingers trailed down your arm and brushed against your hand. His touch was magical, and you desperately wanted to experience more of it. But it was a terrifying prospect; what if he disappeared again? What if you couldn’t keep him interested for very long? 

A group of dancers bumped into you, startling you from your thoughts and pushing you against his chest. Loki moved quickly to supplement your balance, one hand splayed wide on your shoulder and the other on your waist. The music shifted as your eyes met, his gaze smoldering deep into your soul as the opening strings lingered, crescendoing into a woman’s lustful sigh over the speakers. 

The beat picked up, still slow but powerful and precise, and your breath hitched in your throat as you looked up at him. “I don’t need another drink…” you murmured softly as you pressed yourself all the way against him. Loki’s eyes widened, but he didn’t stop you as your hips began to swish back and forth. 

If there’s a cure for this, I don’t want it. I don’t want it…

Without another word, and as if he knew what you needed, he began to sway with you. His eyes blazed with the deepest blues of the hottest fire, perfectly meeting every sensual roll of your hips. He pressed his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes, feeling the beat echo throughout your bones as your bodies moved together. 

If there’s a remedy, I’ll run from it…from it…

The rest of the club, the world and the universe disappeared as Loki danced with you. Time no longer existed, and just like you’d predicted, the man knew what he was doing everywhere. Your lips parted as you made love on the dance floor, his coordination and anticipation giving you everything you needed and more. 

I’ve got the sweetest hangover…

He brought his hands up to cup your chin, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as you breathed in his exhales. You could feel the warmth of his lips hovering over yours, and you didn’t care what happened to you anymore. As long as he was there with you, either performing curses or healing your soul every time you saw him. 

“Can we get out of here now?” you murmured breathlessly, desire pulsing wildly through your veins and seeping between your legs. 

Loki answered by crushing his lips against yours, and he tasted just as divine as he had the week before. You eagerly kissed him back as your hips kept rocking together, and as far as you knew, the entire club had stopped dancing and gathered round to watch this sensual display. 

But you didn’t care. You just wanted him. 

I don’t need no cure…I don’t need no cure…

Sweet lovin’…sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love…

Love to love you, sweet…

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The Importance of Car Wheel Stoppers: How They Prevent Accidents and Damage

Car Wheel Stoppers, often unnoticed inside the grand scheme of car protection, play a essential position in preventing injuries and damage in parking lots. Understanding their significance can not most effective enhance safety however also prevent from capacity liabilities and prices down the street.

Understanding Car Wheel Stoppers

What are car wheel stoppers?

Car wheel stoppers, also known as parking blocks or wheel chocks, are physical barriers placed on the stop of parking areas to save you cars from rolling too a ways forward. They normally include durable substances like rubber or concrete and are designed to face up to the load and impact of cars.

Different types of wheel stoppers

Wheel stoppers come in numerous shapes, sizes, and substances, catering to different automobile parking space configurations and necessities. Common sorts include rubber wheel stoppers, concrete wheel stops, and plastic parking blocks.

The Importance of Car Wheel Stoppers

Car wheel stoppers serve several important functions, all of which contribute to maintaining a secure and organized parking surroundings.

Preventing accidents in parking lots

One of the primary features of Car wheel stoppers is to save you motors from by accident rolling ahead and colliding with different motors, pedestrians, or structures. In busy parking plenty wherein motors are continuously maneuvering, those simple obstacles act as a important line of defense in opposition to capability injuries.

Protecting pedestrians and property

By supplying a visible and physical boundary for cars, wheel stoppers help guard pedestrians and close by property from being struck or damaged. Whether it is a shopping mall, office complex, or residential region, the presence of wheel stoppers reinforces safety measures and reduces the danger of harm or property harm.

Avoiding damage to vehicles

In addition to safeguarding external elements, car wheel stoppers additionally save your drivers from inadvertently hitting walls, curbs, or different limitations whilst parking. By signaling the quit of a parking area, they manual drivers to stop at a safe distance, minimizing the possibilities of vehicle harm and luxurious repairs.

How Car Wheel Stoppers Work

Car wheel stoppers operate on a easy but powerful precept: they devise a physical barrier that stops automobiles from rolling beyond a designated point. Typically mounted at the head of a parking area, these boundaries serve as a visible cue for drivers to stop and park thoroughly.

Mechanism behind wheel stoppers

Most Car wheel stoppers feature a sloped layout that permits automobiles to approach and make touch regularly. This gradual incline enables to reduce the impact force and gives a mild forestall with out inflicting harm to tires or car undercarriages.

Installation and usage

Installing Car wheel stoppers is a sincere procedure that involves anchoring them securely to the floor using bolts or adhesives. Once in location, they require no extra renovation and may withstand repeated use and publicity to the factors.

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Benefits of Using Car Wheel Stoppers

The use of car wheel stoppers offers a range of benefits beyond the obvious safety advantages.

Safety enhancement

By creating a clear separation between parked motors and pedestrian walkways, Car wheel stoppers lessen the threat of injuries and injuries in parking lots. Their visibility also facilitates improve site visitors float and steerage, specially in crowded or poorly lit areas.

Cost-effectiveness

Considering the capability charges related to vehicle damage, harm claims, and prison liabilities, making an investment in Car  wheel stoppers is a value-effective answer for belongings owners and managers. The highly low upfront price of installation pales in comparison to the fees incurred by accidents and assets damage.

Legal compliance

In many jurisdictions, the set up of car wheel stoppers is mandated through constructing codes and protection guidelines. Failing to comply with those requirements can result in fines, penalties, or even criminal motion inside the event of an twist of fate or injury on your property.

Case Studies and Examples

Numerous actual-existence examples underscore the significance of vehicle wheel stoppers in stopping injuries and damage. From minor fender benders to catastrophic collisions, the absence of proper wheel stoppers has been implicated in several incidents that might have been without difficulty avoided.

Factors to Consider When Choosing  Car Wheel Stoppers

When selecting car wheel stoppers for your parking facility, several factors should be taken into account to ensure optimal performance and durability.

Material and durability

Choose Car wheel stoppers crafted from extremely good substances like rubber or concrete that could resist the load and impact of vehicles without deteriorating over the years.

Size and visibility

Choose wheel stoppers which are sufficiently huge and seen to drivers, particularly in dimly lit or crowded parking masses where visibility may be compromised.

Installation requirements

Consider the ease of set up and upkeep whilst choosing wheel stoppers, as well as any particular necessities or policies governing their use to your region.

Maintaining and Replacing Car Wheel Stoppers

To ensure the continued effectiveness of car wheel stoppers, regular inspections should be conducted to check for signs of wear and tear.

Regular inspections

Inspect wheel stoppers periodically for cracks, chips, or other harm which could compromise their integrity. Replace any damaged or deteriorated stoppers right away to preserve safety standards.

Signs of wear and tear

Look for indications of immoderate wear, along with fading shade, deformation, or lack of traction. These signs can also signal the want for replacement or reinforcement to prevent accidents.

Common Misconceptions About Car Wheel Stoppers

Despite their truthful function, there are numerous misconceptions surrounding car wheel stoppers that warrant clarification.

Addressing myths and misunderstandings

Common misconceptions consist of the perception that  car wheel stoppers are handiest essential in steep parking plenty or that they may be replaced by using painted strains or curbs. In truth, wheel stoppers serve a unique and irreplaceable role in enhancing safety and stopping accidents.

Future Trends in Car Wheel Stopper Technology

As technology keeps to evolve, so too do the skills of car wheel stoppers. Innovations along with clever sensors, integrated lighting fixtures, and modular designs promise to further improve the effectiveness and efficiency of these crucial safety devices.

Innovations and advancements

Emerging technologies purpose to make wheel stoppers greater versatile, long lasting, and person-pleasant. From sustainable materials to faraway tracking skills, the future of car wheel stoppers holds thrilling opportunities for boosting automobile parking space protection.

Potential impact on safety and functionality

By embracing these improvements, property owners and executives can stay beforehand of the curve and make certain that their parking facilities stay secure and compliant with evolving policies.

Conclusion

To sum up, a critical role is performed by car wheel stoppers in the prevention of accidents and damages in car parks. On the one hand, they enhance security by presenting a visible and physical obstacle to cars; on the other hand, they assist to protect pedestrians and properties while at the same time limiting the possibility of incurring hefty fines. The essence of buying quality wheel stoppers goes beyond just making financial sense; rather, it is an attempt to take care of both drivers and pedestrians’ health.

FAQs

Are car wheel stoppers necessary for every parking lot?

While not mandated for every parking lot, car wheel stoppers are highly recommended for enhancing safety and minimizing the risk of accidents.

Can I install wheel stoppers myself?

While it’s possible to install wheel stoppers independently, professional installation ensures proper alignment and anchoring for maximum effectiveness.

Do wheel stoppers come with warranties?

Many manufacturers offer warranties on their wheel stoppers, providing coverage for defects or premature wear under normal usage conditions.

Are there any regulations regarding the installation of wheel stoppers?

Building codes and safety regulations may dictate the placement, size, and materials used for wheel stoppers in commercial parking facilities.

How long do car wheel stoppers typically last?

The lifespan of wheel stoppers varies depending on factors such as material quality, usage intensity, and environmental conditions. Proper maintenance and timely replacement can extend their longevity significantly.

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Plasterboard Walls & TV Mounting: Is It Safe in London?

If you're living in London and considering mounting your TV on a plasterboard wall, you might be wondering, is it safe? Plasterboard walls, also known as drywall, can present unique challenges when it comes to mounting heavy objects like TVs. Let's delve into this topic to understand the safety considerations involved.

Understanding Plasterboard Walls

Plasterboard walls are a common feature in many homes and buildings in London. They consist of a layer of gypsum sandwiched between two layers of paper. While they are lightweight and easy to install, they may not have the structural strength of traditional brick or concrete walls.

Factors to Consider

Wall Studs: When mounting a TV on a plasterboard wall, it's crucial to anchor it securely to the wall studs. Wall studs provide the necessary support to hold the weight of the TV and prevent it from falling. Using appropriate hardware, such as heavy-duty wall anchors or toggle bolts, can help distribute the weight evenly and minimize the risk of damage to the wall.

Tip: Use a stud finder to locate the studs behind the plasterboard before mounting your TV.

TV Weight: The weight of your TV plays a significant role in determining the safety of mounting it on a plasterboard wall. Larger, heavier TVs require stronger mounting hardware and may put more stress on the wall.

Tip: Check the manufacturer's specifications for your TV to ensure compatibility with plasterboard walls.

Mounting Technique: Proper mounting technique is essential for ensuring the safety and stability of your TV on a plasterboard wall. Avoid using nails or screws directly into the plasterboard, as they may not provide sufficient support.

Tip: Consider hiring a professional TV mounting service with experience in mounting TVs on plasterboard walls.

Is It Safe?

With the right hardware, techniques, and precautions, mounting a TV on a plasterboard wall can be safe in London. However, it's crucial to take the necessary steps to ensure proper installation and minimize the risk of damage or accidents.

In conclusion, while mounting a TV on a plasterboard wall in London is possible, it requires careful consideration of the factors mentioned above. To ensure the safety and stability of your TV installation, consider consulting a professional TV wall mounting service in London like TV Mount Mate for expert assistance. With their expertise and knowledge, they can help you mount your TV securely and safely on any type of wall. Don't take chances with DIY installations when it comes to your valuable electronics – trust the experts for peace of mind.